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Category:
S through Z › Van Helsing
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
5,616
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Van Helsing, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hours
Disclaimer - don't own Van Helsing etc.
- Hours -
It was so long. Minutes ticket by and the sun slowly moved across the sky. If he was careful he swore that the sun stayed still and it was his own delusional mind that made it seem as if it moved.
"And what will Rome say to that?" He blinks and calls himself back to the present. A table full of men stared at him, waiting for a response that would mean either war or peace. His mind teetered on the edge of a knife.
"Rome agrees with, Rome agrees with Turkey." He closed his eyes as voices picked up around him. It had been hours sense he had heard silence.
"Why Turkey?" A harsh voice brought him back again. He was staring into emerald eyes.
"Because, what Romania asks is to much."
"Oh? Salvation, maybe a little bit of recognition and some support, that is to much?"
Only a few hours of sleep, he wasn't ready for this.
"I – Rome will not always side with Romania." His voice carried a gruff-ness that he hadn't meant to include.
"Of course not, it might cost you to much to support your Christian brothers, it's cheaper to go with the heathens isn't it?" He turned to stalk away, "Get thee behind me Satan." With that he walked off. And to Gabriel it seemed like hours for him to leave, and even more hours for he himself to get up and follow.
- Hours -
It was so long. Minutes ticket by and the sun slowly moved across the sky. If he was careful he swore that the sun stayed still and it was his own delusional mind that made it seem as if it moved.
"And what will Rome say to that?" He blinks and calls himself back to the present. A table full of men stared at him, waiting for a response that would mean either war or peace. His mind teetered on the edge of a knife.
"Rome agrees with, Rome agrees with Turkey." He closed his eyes as voices picked up around him. It had been hours sense he had heard silence.
"Why Turkey?" A harsh voice brought him back again. He was staring into emerald eyes.
"Because, what Romania asks is to much."
"Oh? Salvation, maybe a little bit of recognition and some support, that is to much?"
Only a few hours of sleep, he wasn't ready for this.
"I – Rome will not always side with Romania." His voice carried a gruff-ness that he hadn't meant to include.
"Of course not, it might cost you to much to support your Christian brothers, it's cheaper to go with the heathens isn't it?" He turned to stalk away, "Get thee behind me Satan." With that he walked off. And to Gabriel it seemed like hours for him to leave, and even more hours for he himself to get up and follow.